Lil Wayne - Zoom Freestle Lyrics

Zoom Freestle Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1]

Wezzy bad
Nah really I'm good
Sound like a t-rex live under my hood
Batalluta tec live under my seat
But you in the ground, now you live under my feet
All white bamers on the front of my teeth
And you better put the o in front of my g
The bullshit they talkin doesn't come to my knee
I'm like a line backer don't run it by me
My to best friends will accompany me
And rite noe they are in my dugery sleep
One named Mack, one named Rena
The hit you make you do the Macarena
Where ya tool?
You gon' need it like a muthafucka
And I am so New Orleans like a muthafuka
It's yung money
And we eatin get your own suppa
Make me go off in the trunk
Get that bone crusher

[Chorus]

Text ak's
I leave the scene ugly
Just had faze
Arm, legs, stomach
I never been afraid, I aint scared of nothin
Kuz I got my thang, my thang, my thang
And that bitch go
Boom!
Boom!
Boom! (boom)
Boom!
Boom!
You here them guns like
Boom!
Boom!
Boom! (boom)
Boom!
Boom!

[Verse 2]

Yea
They like the way I ball, they call me hot sauce
They know I keep that toaster you can be my poptart
I neva had height, but boy I got heart
And I aint gotta speak
I just let my car talk
I got more clips then any movie you saw
I pull up on you like I need some grey poo par
Hardhat?
No
But I got the 2 on
And you should be my paper if ever the tools drawn
Yea
Flow retarded
When I spit I get my drool on
I don't rap
I just shit like a new bomb
I don't write I just spit like a too gone
So tell them hatas cut ot out like a coupon
How come that chopper sound like a new bomb
Little nigga gotta hold that bitch with 2 arms
I got that heat
The fire and the lukewarm
I'm on ya heals like a shoe horn

[Chorus]

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Lil Wayne - Zoo Lyrics

Zoo Lyrics - Lil Wayne

(feat. Mack Maine)

Look, rockwilder on the beat
1,7 in ya face, mack maine u my nigga, cash money wassup
Check me out

[Verse:]
Young money mu'tha f**ka where the cash at
I put numbas on ya head like a class hat
See i dun been through everything like a lab rat
Can u swim cuz u sleepin where the crabs at
I stand before u bitch niggas with the 5th cocked
Boom boom!!!!
U can hear a pen drop
Bullet proof vest cannot defend tops
Wanna walk n my shoes u need 10 socks
But these niggas is actors like rick foxx
Stick 2 the or f**k around and get written out
We in this mu'tha f**ka throwin up the sets
G4 boys
Throw em off the jet

[Chorus x2: Lil Wayne]
And me and mack is just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool see im the young lion
And he the young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo
U are in the zoo

[Mack Maine:]
Warning
Mack on the dollar hunt
Im feelin real slick bitch i got my collars up
Spread the word boi i keep the kush bottled up
40 cal pal u can get hollowed up
If u aint talkin money hommie then dats cheap cheddar
Im pissin on the game feelin like i gotta weak bladder
N yall fallin off u climbin up a weak ladder
N im 2 high 2 try 2 reach ya son
I rock shows everyday wit ms. cita's son
Then im uptown baby like im peeta gunz
I lost tyreek 2 the lord i speak

I got game i'll have a vegie tryna eat my meat

[Chorus x2: Mack Maine]
Me n tune is just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool he the young lion
And im the young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo nigga
Welcome 2 the zoo

[Lil Wayne & Mack Maine]
Now bring it back to hollygrove yea hollygrove
A well part had work by the sliding boards
A well part get u murked by the sliding boards
17th ward animals and dinosaurs
Tyrannosaurus rex test me its m.o.b till a mortition dress me
And thats deep get run up on eagle street
Bail fast in monroe be right at ya front door
Knock, knock, hello there goes several fellows
With clips to the elbows hellrose
And tell them niggas we was hustlin till hell froze
Hollygrove ain't no muthaf**kin melrose
Hollywood ain't no muthaf**kin hollygrove
They could find yo ass monday in yo friday clothes
Or they could find yo ass part dead on father's day
Hollygrove usa remain in carter state

[Chorus x1: Mack Maine]
And me and carter are just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool
He just a young lion and i'm a young bull
Welcome 2 the zoo nigga you are in the zoo

[Chorus x1: Lil Wayne]
And me and maineis just 2 niggas from the same hood
Fell from the same tree
Cut from the same wool
See i'm a young lion and he the young bull
Welcome to the zoo u are in the zoo

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Lil Wayne - Young'n Blues Lyrics

Young'n Blues Lyrics - Lil Wayne

"Young'n Blues"

[Intro: Lil Wayne - talking]
I met her when I was young and she was younger
With a body like woman so her age meant nothing
I had to get her number
After how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer
I'm wishing I could hit her all summer
And all she ever wanted
Was for young Weezy to love her
But all I ever wanted was to cum easy and dump her
But that didn't come easy
''cause she ended up being my baby's mother
And then I felt smothered but little did I know
I'd never find the same girl inside another
But I never thought that I'd be looking for her
And I never thought that late at night
When I'm in the mix...laying down with some chick
That suddenly it'll click
How this broad in my drawers don't know shit
Bout what I did 'fore I was big
When's there's a woman with my kid where I should be
She screamed to me (What?)
My love, my patience, my pain (OK)
Nigga please

[Chorus]
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)

[Verse One]
I met her after the fame
And she aint even like me but I got her after the game
Mami was a nice piece, young Cali sweet thang
Made her into wifey and then reality changed
It was going good...I was happy again
But then things got rapidly strange
And it had to be Wayne
She was still a virgin
What more could I ask from a dame
But I was a bastard...I asked for the pain
Now my ass in the rain
And she got a new life...the picture flipped
And none of it includes Weez and all his bullshit (Shit)
And I remember the Bahamas for the weekend
We was freaking in the suite
And she looked sweet enough to beat it up
Till we began to sleep and I
I'm dreaming 'bout the Victoria Secret lingerie
Told me keep it..she aint want moms to see it
And just think I once saw it on the girl's body
Now all I'm seeing is nobody

[Chorus]
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)

[Verse Two]
You see I never really ran, but no gentleman
All I know is big pimpin' ma'am
I'm just tryna be Weezy
And the perfect husband just might be too hard to find in me, Weezy
Baby girl you gotta work with ya boy
''cause all of that cursing it be hurting ya boy
Look for the better not the worst in ya boy
And maybe I can be ya boy...Ya know what I'm sayin'
But see this here is not your everyday love tune
It's the story of your everyday thug dude
And in your mind you prolly thinkin we don't love you
But on the real we just not used to what love do
And please consider that
We were taught to love money, ice, cars, and clothes
Love pussy but you don't love them ho's
Love ya niggaz love ya children
Now if they got a bitch you could love that
Holla back

[Chorus]
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)
Young Weez'got the young'n blues y'all
(da-da-da-da-da)
I got the young'n blues y'all (da-da-da-da-da)

[Outro with Lil Wayne talking]

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Lil Wayne - Young Playa Lyrics

Young Playa Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne-
He he hee
I'm a young playa nigga, (what)
I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what)
Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, On the real nigga
Respect the game
'cause I got the game

Lil Wayne-
Y'all know who I is
Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
See me front in back with the wood all around
Plus I got that *boom boom* surround sound
Don't hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I'ma keep running man
I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
We stuntas man
I might stumble across a grand and give it to you wifey
And watch how she *slurp* on my pipey like a Icee
I might be in a Range that night
I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
But if I lose, it's cool, that's some change lil shite
That ain't nothing
I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting
Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming.

Baby-
Slow yo roll lil one
You ain't glad it's bought
And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
In the back card gambling
At the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with 'em lil one

Lil Wayne-
Broads I use 'em
Hatas I bluse 'em
My whole front grill is full of confusion
Got dammit
Weezy pull up in a Porsche, expanded (expanded)
I was to the back, niggas couldn't stand it
Soon as I left the scene, the women vanished
I got it like that
Got Rolex, blue shit hard to say watches
Plus I bought all of my niggas Cartier watches
Weezy and his clique leave with forty b-e-atches
"Million Dollar Man" baby Ted DeBiosi
Catch me sippin on some Hen, maybe Covoursier
Sammy, Mario, tody Taz, that's my posse
And what
You might see me dippin low in a Benz truck
Tell yo girl hello
I done did her, what you muggin me for
Keep playin with me, I'll put a slug in yo do

Mannie-
Now looky here, young blood
Pull yo pants up on yo ass and put that piece of metal up in yo shirt
Don't make me get up out this wheel chair and kick yo ass
Now keep doing what you doing
Go head

Y'all know me, young playa, stomp with the big dogs
Play with me boy I give you cancer like menthol
Cough cough cough up
Got a cat eye benz on brollas
They call us
Uptown shiners
Original hot boy$ baby, big tymers
I spit game
Get in they head, they be like, "Quit Wayne!"
Half hour later, I'm in they split man
Hehehehe it be kicks man
Let me get real
I'll kill on the battlefield
Steal for the scrill
I will never leave my clique nigga, I'm to trill
I'm a little peepsqueal
But I'm a ape in that jungle
And if you get it twisted,
Nigga, I'm taking yo lover
I mean I'm raping yo lover
Leave her taste in my rubber
I'm a playa nigga, I'm a playa

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Lil Wayne - You Want War Lyrics

You Want War Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Lil' Wayne]
Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it
But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin'
Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha
Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha
It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
Uhhh, hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten
Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme
About'chu, 'cause we don't play around
Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground
Take tha ground that you walk on
Tap tha phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with tha sawed-off
And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what)
I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
Numb-nut
I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what
I'm standin' there like all mine
Run through your click like a weak defensive line
Doggy fresh


You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef
We can do it how ya want, Or take it to tha streets... streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat
What ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C.
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB
And if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family)
Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga

[Lil' Wayne]
Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets
Call me big stunter, big stick, Or big body
Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role... fulla diamonds
Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem
Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him
Ch-uh.. chop him
Put tha flame to him
All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him
'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I use ta be.. doin' tha best at thangs
That mean I gotta wear a vest that day
I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace
He ain't ready.. he ain't ready

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Lil Wayne - You The Shit Lyrics

You The Shit Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
F*ck these other bitches don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check

I know you hustle baby I ain't gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But, bills don't stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
The way you move you're body girl you know your gonna get it
How the f*ck you else you going where the shoe ain't fitted
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
F*ck these other bitches, don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check

Goin pick up all this money, I know you don't mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime

Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna give

With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthaf*cking dollar

The way that body movin' it's hard to understand
You aint never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I ain't never seen a mark supplier without demand
And f*ck credit baby tell em broke n*ggas stop playing

Gun snooze off, just take them shoes off
Let me get that all, that body so soft
Cause you know it's gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it aint a life if you don't live it, baby

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches, don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna give, yaa diiig

You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig
F*ck these other bitches don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em n*ggas cut the check

Pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on, show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, hear that

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Lil Wayne - You And I Lyrics

You And I Lyrics - Lil Wayne

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Lil Wayne - You Ain't Know Lyrics

You Ain't Know Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never play me
I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know
I gotta go
Where ya goin'?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know
I gotta go
Where ya goin'?
I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Cuz Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F

[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Brush the platinum grab the straps homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' 4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels custom wit' the navi'
2 of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish

[Lil Wayne]
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of... matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes... I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and

[Chorus 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Verse 3 - Birdman]
Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it til I die daddy

[Chorus 2 - Lil Wayne - 2X]
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

[Music to fade]

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Lil Wayne - You Ain't Got Nuthin' Lyrics

You Ain't Got Nuthin' Lyrics - Lil Wayne

(feat. Fabolous, Juelz Santana)

[Fabolous]
[Talking at start of the verse]
Yess! What it look like Alc, tryin to show the niggas man
It's that Street Fam man, we rep that
Loso, Street fi-di-di-di-dam yess!

I'm with (101) niggas, we (dalmation doggy) b (yess)
And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (come on)
Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it
I pop up like (Xzibit), but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah)
Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)
Fuck getting your (ride pimped), you'll get hog-tied wimp
Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha)
It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (what you think?)
'Cause your boy just stay above the game
They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame
But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head)
Take this family for a joke, play them (Wayan brother) games
And (Ima Git You Sucka), I be schemin' with this (Keenan) (that's right)
Aimin with this (Damon), I'm putting that (Major Payne) in
My lil' man is on ya, (Marlon and Shawn) ya (yeah)
Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lesagne (whoo!)
40. Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta
You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga
You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess)
I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess)
The drop top, they say it's (Ocean Drive) inspired
So you can (Call A Cab), Once your bitch falls for Fab

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Uhh, I get money like a muhfucker
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Oww I'm gettin money like a muhfucka
Yeeaah, money you ain't never see
Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me

[Juelz Santana]
[Talking at start of the verse overlapping chorus]
Mr. HD, high definition
That's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya digg
It's Santana Ay! Hahaa

I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)
With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb
Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)
Now you can follow the drip
'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh)
Leave you sloppy like seconds, Obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents, please
My young boys wildin for respect
Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese
My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep)
My wrist look like fro-zen polar spring water (damn!)
So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messing with? (who)
I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw)
Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)
I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all hors d'oeuvres
(Listen) I'm a shark y'all just koi fish
(What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa)
Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)
I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)
She told me youse a nag, youse a bug (damn)
She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)
She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burns
So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa)
It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle
You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out

Get you 3,4 get you
Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2
It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends
Mercedes Maybach, grey-black
And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks
Fuck your city and your town, I state facts
Take that, no better yet like Diddy "take that"
Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen
Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don
And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none
I will be one, Of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen
Or heard, Car-ter, hov-er, y'all scared, not me
Not I, call me young Popeye
Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring ral to your fune
Damn I mean funeral, funeral
You say tomato, I say tomato
You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
Man you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problems
I be wildin like (Capital One "What is in your wallet?")
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
Huuh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
I kick that shit, now go'n put it in the trash

[Chorus w/ variations to fade]

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Lil Wayne - You Aint Got Nothin On Me Lyrics

You Aint Got Nothin On Me Lyrics - Lil Wayne

I'm with a hundred and one niggas, we Dalmatian doggy deep
And fly with the tongue so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before ad-lib it
I pop up like Xzibit
But givin' I'm at your crib it's
Not to put no fuckin fish tanks in your Civics
Fuck getting your ride pimped
You'll get hog-tied whipped
Have you in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a good year maybe I should ride a blimp
Cause your boy jus stay above the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Take this family for a joke play them Wayan Brothers games
And I'm a get you sucka I be scheming with dis keenin
Aimin with dis Damon
I'm puttin dat major pain in
My lil man is on ya Marlon and Shawn ya
Lay da beef on dis noodle
Make some noodle lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must like Italian, nigga
You only see me pushin if the drivers tired
I work da S6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, dey say it's Ocean Drive inspired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab

Uh I get money like a mufucka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mufucka
Yeaa money u wud never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me

I'm on da grind till da police come
With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that semi twirl ya
Now you could follow the drip
Cause one shot outta the clip will Jberi curl you
Leave you sloppy like seconds
Obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my young boys whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin witcha neck
Say cheese
My doughs a bit longer
My flow is jus slaughter
My wrists look like frozen Poland Spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit
Haven't u all heard (what?)
Ya'll all herbs (yup)
I stick toothpicks(where)
In ya hors d'oeuvre
Listen,
I'm a shark, ya'll just coyfish (what else)
Octopus(what else)
Oysters
Haha
I got my eye on your wifey now (yea)
I'll have her lick me up(up)
And den wipe me down(down)
She told me you'se a nag, you'se a bug(ddaammn)
She told me I'm a blast I'm a stud(daaamn)
She told me you'd be beast and you'd be checkin for da burn
So I gave her knee pads for da rug(haha)
It's skull gang from the chain to the lifestyle
You surf-boy dudes get wiped out(totally)

Uh I get money like a mufucka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mufucka
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me

Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 umma a get me 2
It's weezy f u now u gotta hava baby
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes Maybach, Grey black
And I gotta 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
Fuck yo city and yo town, I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy take dat
Wait rats, I hate rats
I clean dem out like Ajax
Got paper like a fax machine
Asinene
Damn I mean asinine
Dappa don
After mine there will be nine
Damn I mean there will be none
I will be one
Of da greatest things you ever felt you ever seen or
Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young Popeye
Tell Bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring rail to your funeral
Damn I mean funer-al funeral
You say tomato I say tamata
You say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man you better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
I be wildin like Capital One... what is in your wallet?
You fly
But what is it to pilot?
Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
Damn I mean foot up in your ass
I kick dat shit now gon put it in da trash
Diesel

Uh I get money like a mufucka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
Yeaa uh
You ain't got nuthin on me

Yeaa I'm gettin money like a mufucka
Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You aint got nuthin on me

Yeaa I'm gettin money like a mufucka
Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga
Yeaa

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Lil Wayne - You & Me Lyrics

You & Me Lyrics - Lil Wayne

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Lil Wayne - ym salute Lyrics

ym salute Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]
Better strap up your boots
Beofre they start to shoot
Than do it for the troops
It's young money salute
It's young money salute

[Lil Twist]
Yeah, uh
So sick with the flow
Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist
Been a pro way before Romo or T.O
No wetting cowboys to a piston
A.I no wallace your kids getting demolished
I'm booking on your suckers like I'm just leaving college
But smart, very smart, too smart for ya knowledge
Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius
It's YME nothing gets inbetween us

[Lil Chuckee]
Tell Wayne I'm going in like somebody bout to bury me
In this rap game nobody could ever bury me
That's why you see me on stage rocking with young money
I told my team I got us man it's all on me
Like volume 2 BG I got my crew with me
Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki
Everytime I'm on the track it's ransom
Can't find us anymore it's random
When Young Money come through you better salute us

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

[Jae Millz]
Hey I solomly swear if it ever go down
You aint never gotta call me cause I'mma be there
Lets get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shelltoes
Strapped like velcrow and this we running hell no
And truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we
You ask why I reply cause nobody remember 2 or 3
Cross YM and the hem will make a movie
We all we can be, respect the army and salute we

[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, Young money army we marching
We coming forward no warning
We got these boys running like Forest
So salute me like a general
First place never last
Always on top and I'm a cheif like a seminol
Got the game in strangle hold no letting up
You can get the top, ya can pop like 7 Up
Knock knock let us up, young money applaud me
And we'll take the game out your hands like a joy stick

[Nicki Minaj]
I'mma need my badges and my ribbons
Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn't given
Everything that I've given, I swear I'll never give in
Lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginning
I d-d-d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls
Blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe
But we shoot shoot shoot em up, camoflauge me,
Cuz young money is the Navy better yet the Army

[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Commander in chief
One hand on the World, One hand on the brief
I stand on the World, b-tch I stand on the peak
Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G
Don't ask me about sh-t but money
F-ckin' right my money long I got that 10ft money
I get it fast when I get to the money
When I walk, it sounds like 10 foots running
I meant feet, I'm in deep like wet p-ssy
I'm a purple heart proven war vet rookie
You can't even sit next to me
Now bring money or death to me... or don't step to me
Now don't step n-gga, march with me
To the steps of the court building
Like ain't we God's children
I know at all times God's feel me
So I play my part until the war kill me
Salute... or... shoot!
[End]

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Lil Wayne - YM Banger Lyrics

YM Banger Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm leaning to the left
Flag in my right pockets
Star track fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial I'm all about my decimels
Retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts
The simple mathematics.
You cut the check and I rake in the green like I'm raking the grass in
Pretty b-tches damn near feint when they passing
Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Tata head n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You n-ggas is ducks howards, cowards
Kill the competition and hsower n-ggas with flowers
This rap sh-t is ours
Pop b-tch

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, uptown back in it
Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis
Black semi,
I've never sat in hemi
That would offend me
Try Maybach on Maybach
B-tch I got stacks yeah
Paychecks on paychecks
And I still want payback
And I still don't play that
I kill on asap
And you don't do sh-t but get money all day
P-ssy shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM young mula young money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured
I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's
Still wear red like an old 49ner
F-ck sh-ttin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter than Uganda
Ughhh!

[Jae Millz]
Mama aint make me to make homies
She make me to make history
So doing that's my extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy and the target is the industry
Two things I love in the World, good head and victory
You aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
This is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways my money slap ya straight
Yeah I'm a big joker so you know I slap you ace
Lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
Leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble but it's my casino
Pretend that your the loser I hope that she (?)
I hope the game got life insurance
Cause I'm kill it
And all you wack ass rap n-ggas dying with it
I'm so harlem eating but so starving
Pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine
Millz

[Tyga]
Put the flow in the pot
Crank up the ntoch
Burn the song from a stove top
It's finger licking hot
His pitch flip cause the n-gga flop
My sh-t hit like the p-tch was soft
N-ggas cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her p-ssy cross guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like f-ck the f-cking law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky sh-t that we up on
Shttin on em like hittin the barn
Hey wait they say money talks
Man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini malls
My style two thumbs up like using analogues
I wreck sh-t for the recognition b-tch
Jesus as my witness, say evision
I bore you n-ggas flame flicker
I melt pictures
Tyga skin aint drippin'
[End]

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Lil Wayne - Yes Lyrics

Yes Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Verse 1 - Pharrell]
You can catch me riding down on a fuckin berrazano
Ass out just like diallo diablo
Hi hoe silver call that motherfucker Tonto
Leave a smoke trail back in Jersey in my condo
You can run up like you're Rambo
But you better hit me nigga if you know what I know
Cuz I got some supersize guys that'll hit you with a combo
Pronto
You won't see the morning like alonzo

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Camo shorts no socks with the red bapes
Walk in to my closet fuck around an get a headache
Fuck you so good shawty you gon need a bed break
Red viper slither through the street like a red snake
Red diamonds in my chain lookin like a red snake
Fuck with me wrong man you gon need some yellow tape
All them awards Wayne do you need a metal case?
(Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes)

[Chorus - Pharrell]
You got that mean mug grill, that red in ya eyes
That ace of spades baby talkin big boy size
Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like ya fresh
They say man it's like that? Say yes nigga yes nigga yes
Ya money and ya girls, chillin in the VIP
Stop for a second and gyrate them hips
Get a stack in each hand
And hold it like ya fresh
If they say man it's like that? Say yes nigga yes nigga yes

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Yes I make money I'm a paper machine
And you can catch me in the newest not the latest machine
Now Weezy why you drive so fast? because I'm chasin' the dream
And when I catch that motherfucker I'ma rape it and leave
Yea
Young... now give me some pussy
I ain't gotta paper chase cuz my paper come to me
I know money look good
Bitch I know that why you looking huh?
(Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes)
Ride by myself in that all red enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money bitch but for short it's Y M hoe
Love that shit so much I went and iced out the symbol
All my niggas scarin ya
All yo niggas scarier
Scarier than a cat in a cage with a terrier
Pet cemetary Wayne
Are you the veterinarian?
(Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes)

[Chorus - Pharrell]
You got that mean mug grill, that red in ya eyes
That ace of spades baby talkin big boy size
Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like ya fresh
They say man it's like that? Say yes nigga yes nigga yes
Ya money and ya girls, chillin in the VIP
Stop for a second and gyrate them hips
Get a stack in each hand
And hold it like ya fresh
If they say man it's like that? Say yes nigga yes nigga yes

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
Yes I do it big
Call me little astronomical
Weezy F Baby and the F is for phenomenal
Type of nigga go and get his hood cross his abdominal
You could check my watch I been rich a long time ago
I'm so tired of ballin man I sleep all night
Bed sheets so nice bed bugs don't bite
I ask her do she wanna fuck before I ask twice she say
(Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes)
Yes I am a beast I swear I needs to be tranquilized
Yes I am a giant next to me you are just ankle high
Yes I eat that pussy oh how do I love that panty pie
Keep my hair shampooed and yes I keep my hands sanitized
New Orleans baller ask ESPN
Just kickin it with the Bruce Lee-esbian
Do you really think you're better than the rest?
(Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes)
Bitch I'm the best

[Chorus - Pharrell]
You got that mean mug grill, that red in ya eyes
That ace of spades baby talkin big boy size
Get a stack in each hand, and hold it like ya fresh
They say man it's like that? Say yes nigga yes nigga yes
Ya money and ya girls, chillin in the VIP
Stop for a second and gyrate them hips
Get a stack in each hand
And hold it like ya fresh
If they say man it's like that? Say yes nigga yes nigga yes

[Outro - Lil Wayne]
Yes... yes... yeeeaaaaaaeee yeeeaaaaaaeee
Yung Mula baby
I didn't like how I said it that time let me say it again
Um
Yung Mula babyyyy

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Lil Wayne - Y.U. Mad Lyrics

Y.U. Mad Lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Nicki Minaj)
I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy,
Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee.
Yeah, my flow sick, (yeah) yeah my flow queasy,
Haha they were sleepin on me, z-z-z-z-z.
This pussy clean, this pussy squeaky,
That pussy old, that pussy creaky.
When I'm out the country, niggas call me Neeki,
Hi how are you, yes it's nice to meet me.
Damn, billboard.
I mean I'm winnin but I'm still bored.
Yeah we shine, gold cluster.
As for your career? Dead. Ghostbusters.

That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)

(Birdman)
Man, fuck yall niggas, get down on the laydown.
Shoot up anything except a school or a playground.
Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me,
Shiny AK blood just like the trophy.
I'm old school, and I'll smack a bitch,
Gettin money like a mothafuckin cracka bitch.
What you know about it? Take notes nigga.
YMCMB head coach nigga.
(Yeah) Stunt man, stunt man,
Street sweeper in my hand, get the dustpan (yeah)
We done took off nigga, got the game on lock like football nigga.

That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)

(Lil Wayne)
(Uh) I got the world in my wallet, swisher full of violet,
Niggas think they fly, make me check ya flight mileage.
That "P" on my hat is for Piru, not pirates,
I bet I could turn a pussy to a fucking fire hydrant.
And I do it for my niggas, my mu'fuckin niggas,
Cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the fuckin hiccups.
I'm a beast hoe, to say the least hoe,
No cut on the coke, that's Coke Zero.
(Yeah) Tonight I'll prolly fuck another naked girl,
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World.
(Haha) It's cash money nigga, eat a dick,
Red hatted on lock, gave the key to Nick.

That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)
That's why you mad, that's why you (why you) mad (mad)

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Lil Wayne - Worry Me Lyrics

Worry Me Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook]
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
You gotta walk like a (soldier)
Talk like a (stunna)
Move like a (player)
And get it like a (hustler)
Because I won't let y'all worry me
I got something chrome that I carry with me
It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me
I'm the seventeen don till they bury me

[Verse 1]
Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay
I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay
I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya
Stunting in the gray uh
Shortie play your player
Slick clean hey ya
Fifteen riding with me spray ya
You don't want no drama with me play fa
Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga
I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking
Plus my late pops still looking
Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp
Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp
Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street
I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me
And that's how Weezy Wee be
And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo
Knowing on my waist is the sizzo
Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol
Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential
I stick to my mental
Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple
Forget I'm getting rich for a cent
Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you
90 on the highway seeing what the whip do
Cops get behind me they want see the whip too
S-Q professor C-M-B alumni
Everybody else fails except the young guy
Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine
Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine
The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine
I can't lose cuz I won mine
Now run yourself

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I got five drinks with me
And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe
Three guns
Two bitches
And all I need is one knife
And I bet you don't like
C'mon we only get one life
And if it's done right
Freak a nigga might wife her
You know S-Q galore low chop three striper
I'm just trying to keep paper
Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze
Don't be a major cuz he greater
Cheese gon feed Nate
Brother it's keys or emceeing
And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay
Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck
And y'all don't starve me
That shit could be bad for your heartbeat
Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat
Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard
Damn whore
Yeah I know

[Hook]

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Lil Wayne - World Of Fantasy Lyrics

World Of Fantasy Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Yeah...
Empire...
Lil Wayne...
Question...
Cash Money...(Three)
Dope Supply

[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His Back agaist the wal
(Cut the music up in my phones)
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Living in a World a Fantasy)
Perfect
His back against the wall
(yeah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle
Brave hard bitch like the times Im medieval
Married to the block, Divorce the Cathedral
Standin on the corner selling Porcelean to People
Forced into evil, Its all in your head
It's also cerebral, call me Canival
You follow when i lead you
Straight to the needle
The barrel, the battle, the beetles will eat you
Mama named Cita, I love You Cita
Member when your pussy Second husband used to beat ya
Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleever
He aint give a f**k i aint give a f**k neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
You could smell the ether
You can see Cita
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
I am her voice and the World is my speaker
Im speakin

[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall

[Verse 2]
With my spine up agaist these
Tagged up brick walls
Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand Pitfalls
Big Balls intact, through error Syntac's

That Stormy Whether where the Trees dont bend back
Left home at 16
I aint never been back
When it come to being broke i say i never been flat
I punk ass bitch i aint never been that
Reminisce how Daddy cuaghta "slitch" in his lap
IN his newport box with only one stick left
Snort heroin then he'd shove me in the chest
Used to really believe, I never be the best
Hell must be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest
Right on it through his binge's and
Then poisinous Syringe's
Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the hinges
I wish i was old enough to stop him when he did it
So long agao but even I cant forget it
So listen

[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall

[Verse 3]
Demonic in my presence
Street corner like a reverend
Tryna find the change, Shining lightining like im in heaven
Triple seven, Triple Six
Trebulations, Triple trip
Triple grip, triple spitiin' like a had a trple lip
Lets make simple sense of the main difference
Angel if Death's Wing gotta s sinner in a Clench
Revolver in my fist, Earthworm to a fish
Bait on the line watch me cath them with this
Hope flound compound off round White rock
Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops
Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
Left for dead and it aint even my block
Think of my pops, thinkin of my moms
Rather be just blazin listenin to Saigon
Cuz when u think up, God strikes you down
Body full of current lightenining never hit the ground

[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the wall

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Lil Wayne - Workin Em Lyrics

Workin Em Lyrics - Lil Wayne

That's why yo' bitch want a real nigga like me [x2]
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me [x2]
I be pimpin them hoes[x3]
Pimp pimpin them hoes
I be workin them bitches[x3]
Work workin them bitches

[Verse 1]
Weezy F. Baby The mothafuckin Carter
Bitches on my stick, but my name aint Harry Potter
In fact, im very hotter
Yo' girl say the same, and since we like to travel, she let us run a train
And my deep hits put me in the hall of fame, i make her turn over everytime we play the game
Fly boy Wayne, ask them niggas how I came in a Ferrari, Jaguar switchin both lanes
Livin room, in the kitchen, On a plane, I get from A to B so comfortably
I.. do my thang ya'll niggas so lame, im so fly call me Soul Plane

[Chorus]
That's why yo' bitch want a real nigga like me [x2]
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me [x2]
I be pimpin them hoes[x3]
Pimp pimpin them hoes
I be workin them bitches[x3]
Work workin them bitches

[Verse 2]
To him, im a killer.. to her im a lover
I always wear a mask, and I always wear a rubber
Yea im from the hood, but my crib in the suburbs
They love a nigga VIBE, so that's why i got the cover
My nigga Mac Maine is like a brother from another, we from the same hood we will kill a mothafucker
We eat you niggas lunch, and to bitches im supper
She ask me to go down, im like as long as I fuck her
I wear alot of diamonds, see baby im a stunner
So ride a nigga d**k for a baby bear Hummer
And homie u can have her cause I don't really want her
You put the dick in her, I put that dick on her

[Chorus]
That's why yo' bitch want a real nigga like me [x2]
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me [x2]
I be pimpin them hoes[x3]
Pimp pimpin them hoes
I be workin them bitches[x3]
Work workin them bitches

[Verse 3]
Im hotter than fire, she wetter than a bitch
These niggas really pussy and im harder than my dick
I show too much love for you to be a hater
I ain't home everyday but im gettin my paper
I know whats going on cause im the creater
And since im so early, i holla at 'em later
I sound like sex comin through the fadder
(BITCH) Im the president not the mayor !!

[Chorus]
That's why yo' bitch want a real nigga like me [x2]
She want to give that pussy to a nigga like me [x2]
I be pimpin them hoes[x3]
Pimp pimpin them hoes
I be workin them bitches[x3]
Work workin them bitches

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Lil Wayne - With You Lyrics

With You Lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Feat. Drake)

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1:]
Shawty badder than a 3 year old
Keep playing and imma eat her like a pita roll
I'm just sayin with my love I could feed her soul
Two day getaway and we don't need our clothes
We at the pool and she lookin like a center fold
Two tattoos but she say she gettin plenty mo
She got Indian in her family, seminol
Me and shawty go together like chemicals
And she get mad when I call other woman hoes
You send a rose, I pick some flowers and send her those
Tall glass of Merlot get her in the mode
Two tall glasses of Merlot get her out her robe
I whisper in her ear, than lick around her lobe
And when she check her watch, it's never time to go
And with her brain she should make the honor roll
And when I came, she caught me like the common cold

[Chorus:]
God damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2:]
Uh I say damn I must be left cause you the best I ever seen right
Shawty put me on, you got me gone like some green lights
See you with your girls, they probably telling that he aint right
Bet they be the same bitches at the wedding throwing rice
Lets get together over night
Shawty I'm a pro and you are lookin like the protoype
But see that I took your advice,
Sometimes you got to blow it twice then shake it up and roll the dice
I'm cruisin on the road of life but I need a passenger
Appettite for lovin, ma I'm hungry like a scavenger
I-I be on that lavender
I-I be in the bath with her
Then I gotta go under that water like a mariner

[Chorus:]
God damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3:]
Now she don't know about me
But Imma put her on it
And she aint show up out me
But can't go without me
We probably aint supposed to be together
But I wonder if our love affair her could last forever
And shawty I'm with ya
Smoke a lot of weed but I could never forget ya
Then I told her to her face,
If everyone was like you the World would be a better place

[Chorus:]
God damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight it's moonlight and candles and shit

[Drake - Hook:]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With youuuu and only you

[Chorus:]
God damn you the shit
And I'll rip my heart out and hand you the shit
And I don't really know how to handle this shit
But tonight...

[Drake - Hook:]
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With you baby
With youuuu and only you

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Lil Wayne - Wish You Would Lyrics

Wish You Would Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne]
Look look look - don't play with me
Look look look
Huh? Huh? Look
Let's get the pistols out the trunk, let's get ready to bust things
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck Wayne
I'm runnin' with a clique that just be thuggin' heavy
Plus I'm runnin' in them bricks, cook it, cut it, sell it
One time for my daddy, Rabbit, up in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get bullets inside his sweater
I'm just terror, Or better yet, horror or drama
And tomorrow I'ma hit the block and barrow your momma
Beef with me, you're swimmin' in water with sharks and piranhas
Revolvers and choppers got all your partners callin' the coppers
And for the grand finale, I might pull up in a tan Denali
When I hop out, in my hand is a Calico sprayin' your family

(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Don't play with me - I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
You bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
And I pop my gun
Better hide and run

[Lil Wayne]
What is this that done got me in your district? Twist it
Now everybody got dots on they heads like Egyptians
I'm tipsy - I've been sippin' on that Hennessy, people
Then it get deeper, I start shootin' up innocent people
Seventeen creeper is who I - what I - be, dog
The clip slide in the four-five, then it blow five
In heat, dog? It's your life or me, dog
On four tires, Or feet, dog
I still be on the block sweepin'
Nobody is not sleepin'
Got me in all black with a gun in a palm
Run in his home, start shootin', hit his son in the dome
Dummy, it's on - ain't gon' be no relaxin' and stuff
Cause when I come through mashin' the truck, I'm blastin' a pump
And passin' a blunt - me circle, wants to see if he dead
Gotta be sure cause niggas promised me a key if he dead
But, dog, you get it raw if you are with the kid
I'll push your baby momma car off the bridge
Huh?!

(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

[Lil Wayne]
You might catch me with bandanas and strapped T
On the back street of your block in the back seat
I'ma cap three at the first coward I up and see
I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet
When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach
Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral Sunday
Nigga shouldn't've played tough - wouldn't've got his head bust
Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff
Now you're gatted up, full of that vodka and weed - add it up
Fresh platted up, no T-shirt on tatted up,
Crack in the tongue of my kicks
Plus I got a gun on my hip, and I'm runnin' the strip
I know you see me: Little Wheezy clear tha hall easy,
A hundred rounds from the chopper leave 'em real sleepy
You know how we be smellin' weedy up in our clothes
Cutthroatin', connivin' killers, but that's all I know
Huh? Huh? Huh?

(Hook [Lil Wayne])
Bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Nigga, bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me cause I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me - boy, I wish you would
I'ma hit your hood, then split your hood
Niggas bet' not play with me cause I cock my gun
Then I pop my gun
Better hide and run

Niggas bet' not play with me
Look, uh-huh (uh-huh uh-huh)
Look look look
Look look look
Whoa

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